Wu Guike finally realized that Shi Hao was not at all afraid of his background.
He felt a chill rise, shivering uncontrollably.
For a long time, the very thing that had allowed him to act recklessly and do as he pleased was his background, but now someone was not afraid of his background and had struck him severely, instantly subduing him.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore." He begged for mercy, tears and snot flowing at the same time, utterly embarrassed.
Shi Hao chuckled, "Just because you say 'don't hit' means I should stop?"
Wu Guike hastily said, "You hit, you hit!"
He had turned somewhat foolish.
"This is what you asked for." Shi Hao swung his fist, landing several more punches.
Wu Guike was dumbfounded, why must it be that no matter what, I still get hit?
"Ah!" He cried out loudly, having never felt such humiliation since he was young, "Mother! Mother!"
Shi Hao was speechless; was this really a domineering wastrel? He seemed more like a spoiled child.
